1)    Electron microscopes provide more detail into a cell than, for example, a light microscope. many cell organelles and chemical processes can be studied in more detail using the electron microscope.
 2)     The electron microscope has been particularly useful in studying bacteria, because _____.?

          A) electrons can penetrate tough bacterial cell walls

          B) bacteria are so small

          C) bacteria move so quickly they are hard to photograph

          D) with few organelles present, bacteria are distinguished by differences in individual macromolecules

          E) their organelles are small and tightly packed together

Random - There are two types of electron Microscopes....

Scanning electron microscopes (SEM)work like shining a strong light on the specimen and then detecting the light comming off.
(in this case a beam of electrons)
Because the wavelength is so small, (much smaller than visible light) you can see extremely small things
SEMs can magnify 0bjects up to 100,000 times. a regular light microscope can only magnify up to about 1000 times.

The second type of EM is the Transmission Electron Microscope. It acts more like a regular microscope by passing electrons THROUGH the specimen. naturally the sample must be very thin.

TEMs can magnify objects up to 15,000,000 times (some even better) In some cases for solids, you can even see rows of atoms. (the resolution is ~1.5 angstroms or about 0.2 atoms wide)

She.

 She went to school lived with both her parents and her older brother, she had a best friend, a big imagination, toys, everything a child could want. She could imagine herself flying on a magic mat, while fighting a dragon. She was happy. Until the moment she was called to the office in 9^th grade to find her older brother already there telling her to fetch her stuff they had to get to the hospital, their mom had been in a car accident. Her mother died that night while holding the hand of her young and naïve 15 year old daughter and with all her loved ones surrounding her. After the death her Aunt stayed with them for 3 weeks while she tried to get a hold of herself, she told herself the she was now the woman of the family; she had the responsibility of cooking and cleaning right? But time went on and she never got to that laundry instead found one day that her brother had left, yesterday had been his 18^th birthday. Why had she not known? With her brother gone and her father a quiet, lost, mute, she felt lost. Where was the scent of her mother’s lilac perfume and the touch of her loving arms? Memories of her brother’s previous birthdays came flooding back. And all she could think of was that she could maybe find solace in drugs and not have to feel so alone anymore. Who was she to love? Who was there to love her? Nobody she thought, it’s just her in the emptiness, in this dark and scary world that she had discovered. And so she started, her savings from the age of 7 were quickly blown away as it was hard for a girl like her to find a cheap dealer. But instead of bringing comfort, the drugs made her feel invisible; she watched her grades, weight & popularity level drop. She was coughing and wheezing, quite possibly dyeing. But wasn’t that what she wanted? To be with her mother again? The drugs trapped her in memories, distorted memories, her mother, of her brother and happy father, of moments of laughter. But instead out came spiders from her friends mouth, the walls turned to purple holes, she felt crazy, she knew she was turning mad, but all she really needed was a hug. From her mother, from anyone really. She felt that she was all alone in a crowded room, she was to afraid to even look in the mirror and see the resemblance between herself and her mother. She wrote poems, to try and make things stop swirling and sort them into letters, words, verses. She had after all always gotten 90’s in English class. The poems helped her sort out her feelings, and keep calm. But that small comfort temporarily ended after her father found one of her poems and started asking questions. This was not the girl he knew who wrote happy poems about daisy’s and brought them home for father’s day.  He sent her to talk to a shrink with gray walls in his office and a lumpy blue couch. The shrink eventually found out about the drug abuse and sent her to a rehab center, he told her time was ticking and she had to pull together and do something with her life. During those hours sitting in that office she tried to focus, really tried, but she just felt to empty without a joint between her fingers. She felt even lonelier.  She found herself feeling alone she began think about things, real things, about the fact that there was nobody left in this world that cared. Who would miss her if she left? Who or what did she have? Nothing. Nobody.   

I have lost my balance
I have lost my balance

There is space…
Beneath me
above me
beside me

There is space,
Time is falling,
Fear grips me

I used to dream of flying wings lifting me,
suspending me in time and space.
Now I am searching for something to hold on to
what can I hold on to?

The lady there at the rehab center, Anne, thought she really had potential with her poems, she even got a few published in the local newspaper. She left the center after 6 months with big dreams, a renewed life. She knew that they were people there who loved her, not drugs, not the cuts, but people, friends, and family.  Her brother occasionally started coming to check up on her, to make sure she was doing well and focusing on school. Life was beginning to fall into place. Some people still judged her, called her the “druggy” or “Addict” even teachers at school looked down upon her. But her grades were top of the class again. She was on her way to becoming a physiatrist, to help girls like herself so they would not have to go through the tough time she did after her mother died.  She was in her second year of

University when again, grief struck her family… That sunny day going with her father to a yearly check up at the family doctor… He had to get a blood test, just to make sure he was okay the doc had said… Then the report came, he had been diagnosed with cancer. It was curable. But she just couldn’t take it. She realized she was too weak, she couldn’t bear it. What would she do if he died? Loose someone else, fall back into the sate she was once been in. That mother’s day after having visited her mothers grave and laying freh flowers on it, and after writing one last poem to explain…she kicked the chair. It killed him.  Having to see his little baby’s stone cold face dangling by a rope. He blamed it on himself, said he should have been a better parent, taken care of her after her mother died. He realized he should have thought about her before himself. And so to punish himself he decided not to take chemotherapy, but join his wife and daughter on the other side.

There are lonely nights when you see no hopeAnd you're feeling short of breathe
Like a whole damn world is a braded ropeIn a noose surround your neck

My Summer Vacation

This summer I had lots of fun and did tons of cool things with my family. I went to India, there I had a tour of Mumbai, lived in a house in the middle of a coconut orchard, and climbed the Himalayan mountain ranges in Kashmir.  I also visited the world famous Taj Mahal. After we got back to Toronto, my cousins and I had  an awesome time watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 in IMAX 3D. It was all fabulous and lots of fun.

Even though I did loads of interesting things, I can only write about one.  So, I’ve decided to write about my first horse ride… up the mountain ranges of Kashmir. Around mid July, the mountain air was cool, the skies clear, and the grass deep green making it the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. It was a wonderful experience. At first I was extremely scared because the horse was really tall, I couldn’t imagine how I was to get up there and not fall off. But after I mounted the horse I was feeling better, almost relaxing a little until… we actually started moving! This was even more terrifying. The horse was walking up a steep cliff without being led by anyone. Through all my fear I didn’t notice, until I looked up, how utterly beautiful the landscape was. It was like stepping into a picture in a calendar when the camera is in the clouds looking downwards. I have no words to tell you how great it felt and why those three and a half hours with my family were my favorite of my whole summer. Thankfully, after a while I really got a hang of it and even galloped when we got to a flat area. I felt really happy and relaxed when we arrived at the top of the mountain.

This summer has been the best of summer my life so far! 

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The First Snow .

It’s the most wonderful time of the year.

Winter’s special.
December’s special.
I love this month. 
I love how the snowflakes fall gently, dancing before they hit the ground.
I love how they get all stuck on my bedroom window.
I love waking up in the morning, pulling open the curtain and seeing a winter wonderland.
I love how the tree right next to my window, which usually haunts me during the night, has snow sitting all over it, contrasting so amazingly with the dark brown branch underneath.
I love how when I leave for school, I step in my dad’s footprints already imprinted in the snow, so that I don’t ruin its priceless beauty anymore.
I love December for the holidays.
I love drinking hot chocolate with whip cream, marshmallows, and a hint of caramel topping, after coming in from a cold day.
I love fireplaces with the snow falling gently outside, (I hate how I don’t have one though).
But I still love how random channels on TV have a fireplace turned on.
I love walking into Yorkdale, and seeing it covered in green and red.
I love downtown, with its holiday decorations everywhere.
I love the holiday music on the radio.
I love watching Christmas movies late into the night on TV.
I love watching Home Alone 1 & 2 (because those were the only good ones) with my siblings, cause we do it every winter break.
I love the romance in the air.
I love the holiday spirit.
I love how my street looks so pretty at night time with the Christmas lights turned on.
I love skating with my friends.
I love falling while I’m skating, cause I’m so clumsy.
I love how in the morning everything looks so pure and untouched.
I love the huge Christmas tree at Nathan Phillips Square.
I love how there’s people in love everywhere.
I love it when snow falls and then it gets caught on your eyelashes.
I love snow.
I love ice.
I love going sledding.
I love the cold.
I love the way the cold slaps you right on the face, when you walk outside.
I love freezing hands; cause then two people could hold them together and make it all better.
I love how Burts & Bees fixes those chapped lips.
I love double pairs of everything so you don’t freeze.
I love pretty gloves and scarves.
I love wearing my pretty winter boots.
I love Uggs on everyone’s feet.
I love slush.
I love snowball fights after school.
I love making snowmen.
I love snow forts.
I love the first snowfall.
I love standing under the mistletoe with your special someone.I love how the snow-covered rooftops looked like little ginger bread houses.
I love Christmas carolers.
I love fake icicle decorations on people’s houses even though there are already real ones.
I love stomping snow off your boots when you get in the car/home.
I love how all the stores have Christmas themed bags.
I love how all the stores are open late.
I love white Christmases. 
I love how everyone’s just so joyous.
I love candy canes & holiday cards.
I love Santa Claus in the malls.
I love Santa Claus' that fail at their job.I love Santa’s reindeers.
I love how the whole world knows this is a special time.
I love when everyone’s nose looks like Rudolph's.
I love how you don't have to wear artificial blush cause the cold makes your cheeks naturally red.
I love how everyone goes home from wherever they stay the whole year, to spend this time with their family.
I love how it gets dark so early but we still go outside, and spend the night having fun.
I love how there’s chocolate, and warm things everywhere.
I love watching the people at The Bay professionally wrap gifts.
I love Tim Horton’s special holiday cups.
I love ginger bread cookies.
I love eggnog.
I love writing things on the condensation on my windows.
I love hearing the school band practicing Jingle Bells, after school.
I love that my brother’s finally coming home.
I love how Penguins are beating the Capitals on December 23.
I love how Sidney’s scoring an OT in the Winter Classic on January 1.
I love December 18, 2010 – January 2, 2011 ♥

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Have you ever felt like a plastic bag, driftinng through the wind wanting start again?

Have you ever felt as if you were watching everyone else in the room from a birds point of view and you were invisible?
Have you ever felt alone in a crowd before?
Have you ever felt as if no one understands you other than your pillow?
Have you ever felt as if the girl in the mirror is an illusion?
Have you ever felt you were adopted?
Tell me.